The Good Doctor

My father worked the mines until the day it took his life
 It stole him from his only son and it stole 'im from his wife
 And I swore upon his grave: someday I would make things right
 So I learned how to bend steel– I learned how to make it move
 And I watched as it withstood all the hell we put men through
 With hands of iron, there's not a task we couldn't do
 They've waited so long for this day
 Someone to take the death away
 No son would ever have to say,
 "My father worked into his grave."
 Tom, listen to yourself, then listen carefully to me
 If you replace the working parts, you get a different machine
 The man who turns the wheels, they will follow anywhere he leads...
 We've spent our whole lives searching for a way to make a better world
 Giving everything to them, asking nothing in return
 Well here it is– our chance to take back everything we've earned
 They've waited so long for this day
 (They've waited so long for this day!)
 Someone to take the death away (There is no price they wouldn't pay!)
 No son would ever have to say, (For someone else to lead them!)
 "My father worked into his grave." (Don't turn your back on me!)
 What will I become with the things I will create?
 I never said that men should bow
 I never said that men should break
 I only want what's best...
 The one I love, she works so hard
 She works her fingers till they bleed
 Some of the pain that she endures
 Would bring a strong man to his knees
 I only wanna help
 (You are a fool) You underestimate the character of man.
 (They are weaker than you think) You think that
 They'll surrender if you bind their working hands
 But they are strong (Just wait and see)
 We will build cities in a day (Man would cower at the sight)
 We will build towers to the heavens
 (Man was not built for such a height)
 We will be heroes! (We will build heroes!)
 They've waited so long for this day
 Someone to take the death away
 No son would ever have to say,
 "My father worked into his grave."
 Men sleep tonight with hands of bone
 They will awake with hands of steel
 And with these hands we will destroy
 And with these hands we will rebuild
 And we will stand above our city, rising high above our streets!
 From tops of buildings we will look at all that lies beneath our feet
 We will raise our hands above us
 Cold steel shining in the sun
 And with these hands that will not bleed
 My father's battle will be won!